The Voice of Internal Doubt
More poetry duetting with Hasty.
The voice of internal doubt raises,
drowning the delicate confidence
Reason has no defence against this bully
and quietly surrenders
Eyelids not strong enough
To hide the world for long
And the heart keeps knocking
Trying to break this mood
External reassurances
are ignored as valueless
their sincerity questioned,
invisible through the enshrouding blackness
Tears no longer have currency
No emotional salve to resurrect me
Motion seems too hard to grasp
As stillness mouths its lullabye
No energy, no desire to fight
allowing the cloud to spread
silver linings remain but grow distant
as hopes of sunshine fade
Peace taunts me, out of grasp
Pulling shades of depression
Over windows made of flesh
A chamber of echoes chiding me
I changed a few words on my version 🙂 Thanks for writing with me!
i changed the link above to your post so people can read the new and improved version!
Thank YOU for inviting me to write poetry with you 🙂
Not new and improved…just sneakily different! 🙂